Welcome to the third week of the poem challenge! We're up to day 15 of 365.
Word of the day is Saturnine meaning "gloomy", in olden times relating to "lead"
Metamorphosis
While in a saturnine mood
I imagine I'm someone more
By this I mean someone worshipped
The dream catches on different ideas and images
Different stirrings
But in them glamour descends upon me
It is a bitter drink to emerge back
Into the tar of reality
There's that roar in my chest
As my mind casts out
To the fantasy of absolute and
Irreversible metamorphosis
To cast aside the meanings carved into my skin, family and world
(Is that freedom or eternal isolation)
Fear and anxiety is my rudder
It redirects my course away
From uncertain trajectories
back to something
Calm and banal
But one day perhaps as I stand on
A jetty alone on a starlit night
Something marvellous might happen
Serendipity will visit me
The sort that stories and movies are made of
Before life started becoming to common
I shut my eyes and dream
And drift on waves that carry me
Away from that pier
And I'm bursting
Forth from a cocoon
I hardly know myself now
I am changed forever
But I'm no caterpillar
My feet are anchored firm to the ground
That can only be a dream and a smile
A pleasant thought to recline in.
That is all.
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